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Today bestselling author Nelle L’Amour that brings together
two people who couldn’t have less in common or more to share.

He is Ryan Madewell, a devastatingly handsome Harvard grad from one of
Manhattan’s wealthiest families, who’s on his way to heading up his father’s
media empire.

She is Allee Adair, a beautiful but sassy art school grad from the wrong side
of the tracks, who dreams of living in Paris.

Despite their many differences, Ryan and Allee are instantly smitten with each
other over a sensual Picasso painting. They share a steamy, passionate love
that dares to challenge everything —including Ryan’s ruthless father, his
revengeful ex-girlfriend, and Allee’s dark secrets. Only, it may end too soon.

Here is an unforgettable love story that will make you laugh and cry. It
will stay in your heart forever. With love, there are no goodbyes.

NOTE: Due to adult content, this book is intended for mature readers. While it
can be read as a standalone, the long awaited sequel will be published on
November 08, 2017.

When I
arrived at the Met, it was after nine. Hundreds of people were flocking out of
the front doors. I was panting. My eyes searched the crowd in desperation for
her. I hoped I wasn’t too late. Finally, after the crowd had thinned, I spotted
her. She was wearing a drab gray wool coat and a striped knit hat along with a
new pair of eyeglasses that were almost identical to the ones she’d left at my
loft. She looked worn-out as she trudged down the steps. Fuck. Maybe something
was wrong with her. I mounted the steps two at time, hoping to meet her half
way.

“Allee,” I
shouted out to her.

Her mouth
dropped open when she saw me. She galloped down the steps, attempting to run
past me, but I caught her and held her firmly in my arms. She squirmed, trying
to break away, but she was no match for my strength. I studied her face. Her
eyes were painfully sad and her cheeks were sallow. She had lost weight.

“Get away
from me, Madewell,” she begged. There were tears in her eyes.

I didn’t let go of her and, in fact, squeezed
her tighter. “Why haven’t you returned my calls?”

“Madewell,
please! Let go of me.” Her voice was watery and desperate.

“No, you’re
not going anywhere until you answer my question.”

“I don’t
belong with you. You’re too good for me.”

“No, baby,
you’re too good for me.” I pressed her even tighter against me.

Thunder
roared in the night sky.

“Please!
I’ve gotta go home and get ready for a massage client.”

Maybe she
had just been overworking. Fuck her client. I tugged hard at her ponytail that
hung out from under her funky hat. “You’re coming home with me.”

“I can’t.”
She blinked back tears. “You don’t understand—”

“Stop it!”
I crushed my lips against hers, hushing her, and pulled her down to a sitting
position on the step where we were sparring. She couldn’t resist my assault.
Her tongue hungrily met mine, and a hot bolt of energy surged through my
body.

Lightening
flashed, and another loud burst of thunder followed. The sky opened up, and
torrential rain fell upon us. But it didn’t stop us. Soaked, our embrace
deepened, the warmth of it fending off the icy chill of the pounding drops. I
don’t know how long it lasted, but she was the first to pull away. Wet streaks
rolled down her cheeks… tears, not the rain.

“Why me,
Madewell?” she asked, her voice hoarse and strained.

“Because,
Allee Adair, I’m suffocating without you. You’re the air I need to breathe.”
Cradling her in my arms, I removed her rain-streaked glasses and brushed away
the shimmering rivulets dripping down her face. Just the mere touch of her
infused me with light.

That wasn’t possible, I thought as I swept her
into my arms and carried her down the rain-soaked steps, my lips never leaving
hers.

***

I carried
her straight into my bathroom steam room. She was shivering wet. I set her down
and rapidly peeled off her drenched layers of clothing. I removed mine just as
fast. She let me wrap my arms around her naked body and hold her close to me as
a cloud of steam warmed us. Tears were still streaming down her beautiful face,
mingling with steamy mist. I sealed my mouth over hers and kissed her deeply
and passionately. With my lips still covering hers, I lifted her up off the
water-coated tiled floor.

“Wrap your
legs around me, baby,” I breathed into her ear.

She did as
I asked, twisting her long limbs around my waist like a pretzel. I carried her
to the edge of the steamy room and pressed her against the dripping wet back
wall, just high enough so that my cock could shoot easily into her glorious
pussy. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders.

“Baby, I’ve
missed you so much.” I studied her angelic face, made dreamy in the steamy
haze. My lips latched onto to hers and pressed into another deep, tongue-driven
kiss. Her velvety breasts skimmed my chest. I groaned as my girth grew between
my legs.

I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.

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